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Hello Mrs Murphy,

 That's a lovely dress you're wearing, is it new?

Why, thank you Mr Wilson

 But I've had that same old dress about a year or two

Upstairs in bed, the tall boy stretched just like a cat

 Put his hands behind his head and lay there thinking of a dream that he had

I hear that the Johnsons had a baby, Mrs Murphy

Is that true

Why yes, but it's rumoured that the little tot's real daddy

Lives in twenty-two

In twenty-two, the boy lay whistling out of tune fighting on the seas

Dreaming of a thousand things he'd like to be

Poor Mr Johnson

Being married to a wife who should be caged

It's the child who will suffer

And to think that young man is less than half her age

Upstairs he sits, he hears a knock, and nothing more

Come on in, you're late Well, don't just stand there Mrs. Johnson close the door